give me text and words and love but dont give me hell because i am going to look both ways for one hundred and fifty metres sooner or later because i am not one that particularly enjoys the hell- bound route.it makes me burn.and i hate this hate and this anger that i am feeling but i am glad you feel like shit.because that is how you make me feel when i have to do this just to feel the best i have ever felt in my entire life.fuck you for making me feel this way.fuck you for not standing on your own two feet.fuck you for not quite living.fuck you for blue blood that moves through arteries like a flesh-eating virus.fuck you because you have fucked me.everything you breathe in such a nature makes streams be born again.but i dont want the vegetation to be replenished.because the stream is choking me.i cant breathe properly.there is more than one with a heart problem.and i hate this artery clogging.and the doctor was never there to begin with